Ben Guarino: Whad'a we goin' to do about these machine guns?Chief Detective: What can we do about them? There's no law again...st manufacturing them, just against havin' them. They can't get 'em in one state, they go across the border and get 'em in another. These fellows bootleg machine guns like they bootleg booze.Ben Guarino: Yeah, they better do somethin' about that, because with these toys to play with what happened before will look like a tea party.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »

Farewell, thou child of my right hand, and joy;My sin was too much hope of thee, loved boy....Seven years thou wert lent to me, and I thee pay,Exacted by thy fate, on the just day.Oh, could I lose all father now! For whyWill man lament the state he should envy?To have so soon 'scaped world's and flesh's rage,And, if no other misery, yet age?Rest in soft peace, and, asked, say here doth lieBen Jonson his best piece of poetry;For whose sake, henceforth, all his vows be such,As what he loves may never like too much.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »

Under bare Ben Bulben's headIn Drumcliff churchyard Yeats is laid....An ancestor was rector thereLong years ago, a church stands near,By the road an ancient cross.No marble, no conventional phrase;On limestone quarried near the spotBy his command these words are cut:Cast a cold eyeOn life, on death.Horseman pass by!LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »

Ye knowe eek, that in forme of speche is chaungeWithinne a thousand yeer, and wordes tho...That hadden prys, now wonder nyce and straungeUs thinketh hem; and yet they spake hem so,And spedde as wel in love as men now do;Eek for to winne love in sondry ages,In sondry londes, sondry ben usages.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »